Spaghetti Guilt

I woke up this morning really early to find my broke ass a permanent job. I had a shower and wore a black shirt, blue pants, fancy sneakers and put on a casual suit. Initially, I thought of yet another call center job to turn to, so I went straight to Teledevelopment armed with one CV. Once there, I passed my resume and filled out forms for them with my personal information that turned out to be a big waste of time because as I made a little chit chat with other applicants and found out that they are not a call center but more like an agency for call centers. Geez, I do not need a middle man to get myself in. That was a waste of resume, clearly.

Another highlight was the loser applicant who presumed everyone is like him- a person who can not seem to pass call center initial interviews. I asked the bunch if it were their first time to join the call center industry and they said yes. I told them I came from Convergys and this loser asked heartily, "So you failed the initial interview?" "No" I dead-panned followed by, " I stayed there for two months. Much for my fortune I caught german meseales during product specific training and that got me terminated. That's when I asked the receptionist with unflattering contact lenses if Teledevelopement is a call center. Flatly she said, No. and thats when I excused myself to the "comfort room". Of course I lied and never came back.

I had the epiphany to pursue my applicantion in NCO since I was getting calls in a row from someone in their HR department to continue. I did not show up on the dates we have set, but this day, I made it there once more. But there was a problem. The lady guard would not accept my students id of last year. I did not flare up (good on her). She even had the nerve to tell me, "Hindi naman kayo matatanggal sa trabaho, ako eh." I gulped. Thanking god that I had vowed to never again engage myself in pitty anonymous fights or else, I would have to saw to her termination. I called HR guy and asked for his help. Without hesitations he went down and lend me an id.

Inside the applicants area, I had to see a familiar sorrowful face of someone with unflattering contact lenses Oh Jesus, people in the HR department has never heard of the word smile. do they take much pride in wearing those contact lenses that there is a muted urgency to feel snobbish. In every company, they are one special department that almost always seem to carry heavens weight. Again, contact lenses to blame? My mind exclaims, get lost if you cant find happiness in your job, or better yet, remoive those contact lenses. You need applicants just as we need your company's money. With the coldest tone she asked me if I have a resume with me. After I saying no, she handed me yet another paper to fill out which I dutifully did. I found myself again in the agonizing waiting area. Thats the time where I walked out after all the trouble and money wasted on transportation. I am not expecting any call from them at any day. If they ever do call, I would have to tell them I have no plans to rot in their waiting area along with their HR personnel who can't find enthusiasm elsewhere if not in their ass.

Anyways, this is a start in my blogging experience here in blogspot and what a way to start, right? I hope this blogging would turn out to be another waste of time. My only hope is that this would help my writing skills flourish. I will definitely write something happy next time.